“You poor darling," said his wife, coming quickly to his side. She cradled his head against her breasts, a position he unaccountably loathed as much as she was fond of putting him in it, but which he tolerated now for… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“Lowell's cubicle at the office was slightly larger than a toilet stall, but no higher, and although the door said MANAGING EDITOR, Lowell always… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“You poor darling," said his wife, coming quickly to his side. She cradled his head against her breasts, a position he unaccountably loathed as… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“He was a nice guy. That was the sort of thing you said about somebody you had nothing against and nothing in common with;… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“A few miles away across the East River was the apartment he could never get used to, the job where he had nothing to… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
“Fortunately he had nothing resembling a plan, so he didn't have to worry about things not working out according to it. He simply let… — L.J. Davis Copy Share Image
